He’s shown me that everything I thought I knew about love was wrong. Love isn’t jealous, anxious, secretive, or damaging. Love isn’t lying, cheating, gaslighting and manipulation. Love isn’t at anyone else’s expense. Love isn’t degrading, half-ass, or unfulfilled promises. Love isn’t mental and physical abuse. Love isn’t blame for all your short comings. Love shouldn’t be traumatic.
Love is raw. Love is stripped and naked. Love is being accepted for the truest form of yourself. Love is never having to worry about where you stand. Love is being there for each other, no matter what. Love is being undoubtably faithful, because the thought of ever hurting them destroys you. Love is late night talks and staring into each others eyes until you fall asleep wrapped up in each other. Love is messy passionate sex. Love is three kisses, every time. Love is being with your best friend. Love is know they have your back no matter what. Love is unwavering support. Love is crying when they have to leave because it’s better when they’re here. Love is kind and patient and understanding. Love listens. Love is never raising your voice because your communication is above that. Love is beautiful. I’m not afraid to love and be loved, now that I know what love really is.
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